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We’ve been home from our two-week trip to Ontario for five days now and I haven’t had one iota of a second to sit down and actually write about it in the way it deserves. It was a great trip.

We flew to Toronto on April 25, Ash was absolutely fine on the plane thanks to the boob, and we spent the first couple of days with Clive’s parents. Actually, the first afternoon we were there, we left Ash with Clive’s mother and took off shopping- something I was looking forward to doing for a long time, since I hate shopping with Ash now that he’s far more than just a lump in a stroller or sling.

We spent the first week of our vacation with Clive’s sister in London, where I pretty much decided that having one child was going to be enough for me. They have a 4.5 year old, a 2.5 year old and a two-week old and it was overwhelming- even though they’re all well behaved children. I just didn’t like the lifestyle, I guess. If I do have another child, it probably wont be until Ash is around four years old… one child is SO easy. That’s all I’m sayin.

We got to see old friends of ours from when we lived in London and that was great. We’ve changed a lot since our child-free days (even though I spent the majority of my pregnancy in London), and our friends there have grown up a lot too- getting engaged, pregnant, buying houses etc.

We went to the Toronto Zoo one Saturday. Clive and his family have visited a lot, but I’ve never been. Ash slept through a lot of it (never wake a napping baby, regardless of zebras and hippos!) but woke up after about an hour and was able to see lots and lots of animals.

The next day we went to a baby shower for our friends Marc and Nicole, who after five years of trying to have a baby got pregnant with their desired sex, a girl!

One of my favorite parts of the trip was going to Kincardine, Ontario to finally meet the woman who shaped my parenting style more than anyone else, Ashley. We spent the night on her farm, a bon fire that night and then standard farm life in the morning- feeding the chickens and goats, collecting eggs, transplanting, working in the garden, tending to the children, and eating seriously wonderful and homemade food.

The next day I was tattooed by her husband, Scott for a couple of hours, and I got my favorite symbol in the whole world, an anchor, on my foot. It hurt like a bitch, especially around the toes. My body has made me forget that pain already, and I’m already planning my next one. Foot tattoos definitely require a week of being able to not be on your feet because of swelling and pain, and I have been wearing shoes this week and I kind of wish I didn’t have to because of the scabs that have been coming off and possibly damaging the tattoo during the critical healing process.

The last week of our visit was spent shopping and visiting with friends. We saw nearly everyone we wanted to see with a few important exceptions that I still wish we’d have been able to make time for.

Overall it was a really great trip. I am glad to be home, in my own kitchen and not eating restaurant food. Most importantly, we have our king sized bed back and it’s wonderful.

(sorry for the lack of updates lately, btw)